Dream Song 3

77 Dream Songs (1964)

A Stimulant for an Old Beast

Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I’m not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of being right out in the cold,unkissed.(—My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.) Women get under things.

All these old criminals sooner or laterhave had it. I’ve been reading old journals.Gottwald & Co., out of business now.Thick chests quit. Double agent, Joe.She holds her breath like a sealand is whiter & smoother.

Rilke  was a jerk.I admit his griefs & music& titled spelled all-disappointed ladies.A threshold worse than the circleswhere the vile settle & lurk,Rilke’s. As I said,—77 Dream Songs (1964)